Title: Pieces Of You

Summary: Draco wants Ron. He wants him to feel humiliated and angry. But then why does a letter from Lucius stir up his feelings of protection?

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Warning: Kinky chapter!

Chapter 5:

He hadn't tried anything in three days. Three long days in which Ron dreaded every next minute, second even, because there was no way he could predict Malfoys' moves. But Malfoy seemed to lack in moving, really. He did his homework, sat by the fire, read, walked, showered, he did everything a normal wizard did. Except kissing him. Which, when you considered it, wasn't all that normal after all. But still...there was something inside of him that yearned for some attention. Thoughts crept into his head, whirled around in his mind. Thoughts of him provoking Malfoy. He couldn't help it.

Whenever he wanted to shower he made sure to undress in his presence. He could have done it in the bathroom, with the door firmly locked, but instead he showed Malfoy his bare chest and muscles, before walking to the bathroom with a look that could be interpreted as come-and-get-me. Little drops of water ran down his chest when he came back, he could feel Draco's eyes following them, right until the point they disappeared behind the towel that hung dangerously low on his hips.

He sat on the couch, jeans hugging his hips and barechested. Mumbled something that sounded like "is it hot in here or is it just me?" accompanied by a look no gay wizard could resist.

But that was just the point. He could. The more he tried to turn him on, the less Malfoy seemed to react. Was there something wrong with him? Was he really that ugly, that repulsive? In the end he decided to give it all up. When he wanted to shower he locked the door, undressing hastily before standing in front of the mirror. It was no wonder Malfoy loathed him. A pale, freckled body. That weird hair that wasn't as red as it used to be but still looked like he was on fire. Blue eyes that were suspicially watery. He mentally cursed himself for crying over something he didn't even want.

It was true. He didn't want Malfoy. He just wanted him to want him. He wanted someone to like him, to love instead of loath. He wanted to know that it was okay to be gay. That there would be people that accepted him for who he was. He knew for sure that his family wouldn't. Okay, so they wouldn't throw him out, but their love for him would change. He wouldn't be able to give them grandchildren, something they so desperately wanted.

Little did he know, Draco did his best not to jump Ron whenever he casted one of his looks. Why, he didn't know. He just reasoned that if he didn't want anybody else to hurt Ron, why should he? But it was getting damn near impossible to resist those urges he felt whenever Ron showed a little skin.

The fantasies that sprung to mind whenever he heard the shower were getting dirtier by the minute. It had passed from kissing, skipped right over the making out, and had entered the hot stage of penetration. He couldn't wait to feel Ron's hot sweaty skin against his own, the tight flesh surrounding him, leading him into heavenly bliss. He fantasised about Ron being pushed into the wall, the grunts that would echo through the bathroom...

There were many times he had gotten a hard-on just thinking about everything that could happen, and to resist the urge of running into the bathroom and jumping Ron's bones he retired into his own private study, which luckily was within three feet of the shower, to masturbate.

"I'm going to take a shower"

Ron mumbled, getting up from the couch and thus yanking Draco from the bed.

Draco, who got up quickly, fixed his eyes on Ron. Walking slowly over to him he undid the buttons on his robe.

"Actually...I was about to take a shower myself..."

Ron casted his eyes downwards, to avoid staring at Draco's muscled chest.

"Fine...I'll wait..."

He was about to set himself down on the couch again when Draco pulled him up by his robe.

"We've got class in fifteen minutes...you'll never make it on time...which means I won't either...can't have you making me lose points now can I?"

Ron, who had held his breath for a moment, felt what being so close to Draco did to his body. To avoid being close to him any longer he pushed Draco off of him.

"Fine...I'll shower later then..."

Draco sneered, still holding Ron's robe.

"And have you close to me smelling like old sweat all day? No thanks...No, there is only one solution to this problem"

His voice told Ron wickedly, while his eyes fixed themselves on Ron's luscious lips.

"We'll have to shower together..."

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